For anyone local (oxford) who's interested in obscure (and less obscure; I picked up a Bill Viola book) art, architecture, and design, the Oxfam Bookshop just received an enormous catalogue donation of art books. If you're around, drop in and take a look.
In the evening, I went to
The party was OK. I got a bit drowsy (I'm routinely staying up til 3-4am at the moment) and maudlin and started yammering onto
(On Friday after work I stumbled out of the office and into the cinema to watch Big Fish. It cheered me up a treat, Tim Burton-directed car chases and heists-gone-wrong were a joy to behold. And if it was served up with a massive side-helping of sentimental cack, it's hardly the only film out there guilty of that, at the moment. Tivo also caught the director's cut of Wild Side for me; impressive feat, given that director Donald Cammell committed suicide after the film's original release. Lesbian lust, lingering shoes, sea views and Christoper Walken with a really unfortunate haircut. Add it to the list of two-star films that live on my shelf.)
I feel like the first scene of a story, on loop.